CHAPTER TEN
Cressida lay on the floor in the darkness. The room was warm and she wasn’t cold, but the wooden floor was hard and there was only just enough slack in the chain to allow her to rest her head on her hands. She tried to force herself not to think of the morning. So be it, she said to herself. He must do what he must do. My role is solely to submit. He cannot spare me, nor should I wish it. She allowed herself to think a little of the future. “All will be well between us,” he had said. Might she dare hope that one day he would deliver her from her chains and set her free? But I don’t want any longer to be free, she thought. I only want to choose my bonds. If only I am Sandhu’s, I will sing in my chains like the sea. She smiled at the memory of that poem they had studied once at
